Days 71-73: A little bit of everything.
Just about everywhere I've ever lived you can hear the expression, "If you don't like the weather here, wait a minute." That never rang more true than it did in the Wasatch this weekend.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Tony Crocker and his friend Richard were in town for Thursday and Friday only before heading further east to Colorado. I took the opportunity to head up to Snowbird for a couple of hours at the end of the day Friday to join them, along with rfarren and his wife Nikki as well as my neighbor Pat for a few runs. It was just too beautiful an afternoon to ignore, with bright and sunny blue skies and temperatures well into the 50s. Temperatures in the Salt Lake Valley had reached the 70s, and folks were out playing golf in shorts on the Old Mill course as I headed up canyon. Things at Snowbird were in full spring mode, and I'm not just talking about the snow.
The Tram Plaza was festive as I waited for the others to arrive, with a band playing and guests soaking up the spring sun.
When the others arrived, Telejon's brother Malcolm and nephew Gavin, from L.A. and San Diego, respectively, both also pulled up at the same time. I didn't even know that they were in town. So we all piled into the Tram and headed up together.
Snow was definitely springlike -- corn in some places like upper Lone Pine and Little Cloud, mank in other places lower down. Some high elevation north-facing spots like Whoopsies were still dry chalk.
Tony sped ahead through the slush at the bottom of Lone Pine to catch the last tram while the rest of us boarded Peruvian after bumping into Amy. Our last run was via the traverse out onto North Baldy for a peaceful end to the day. I even got to ski over the headwall into the Amphitheater, something I've never before been able to do as it's rarely covered sufficiently to meet my expectations. The lifts were long silent by the time we returned to the base.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Saturday was a peculiar day. It was still warm, perhaps a few degrees warmer than Friday, but it didn't feel like it thanks to a relentless southerly wind and thickening clouds ahead of an approaching cold front. Mrs. Admin tagged along Saturday and I was scheduled to join Salomon as I'd been invited to participate in the final stop of their BBR Tour designed to introduce the skiing world to their radically different new ski coming out next year.
In the morning I tagged along with our Salomon hostess Hilary Hutcheson and several other invitees, including Ryan Dionne, the editor of Skiing Business, and Jared and Callista Hargrave of Utah Outside, led by Tyler Jackson of Alta Ski Area.
Ryan was pretty much the only one not already intimately acquainted with Alta. It was a pity, though, that Ryan's introduction was pretty much limited to the groomers. There was only a shallow refreeze overnight but unfortunately the wind and clouds kept things from softening appreciably.
This fact made it that much more acceptable to spend a day cruising around the groomers with the Mrs. At about 11:30 a.m. I split from the group and headed down to GMD to rendezvous with Mrs. Admin. We found some of our other usual crew over on Supreme, including Marc_C, Amy, Pat and Telejon, along with Malcolm and Devin. Nikki and rfarren were around as well. And cruise the groomers we did, right up to around 4 p.m. Skies became more threatening and we could see the storm approaching from the northwest. We even saw a flash of lightning late in the day, a harbinger of the dramatic cold front moving in.
Salomon sponsored a bunch of events to celebrate the end of their BBR Tour, including on-snow volleyball at the base of Collins and a competition down High Boy, which we watched over pitchers of beer from the GMD Saloon. Eric, one of the GMD employees, won dressed in a red cape.
They also raffled off a bunch of Salomon gear and swag, with rdwore winning the BBR skis, presumably with the ticket Colleen gave him because she couldn't stick around for the drawing. :lol:
We knew that Sunday would be either wildly spectacular, or would massively suck depending on whether or not the weather predictions would hold true. We were supposed to get heavy rain up to 9,000 feet or possibly even higher at the onset of the storm before the pool of colder air moved in to turn the precipitation to snow. They were calling for 9-15" of snowfall as the cold front dropped temperatures by 35 degrees. If that held true, the snow would be dense and wet near the old snow that would turn crusty with the colder temperatures, and light and dry near the top. If we got less than snowfall than predicted, however, that would result in dust on crust, and a death crust at that. Hopeful for a powder day, rfarren bought Nikki a spa package for Sunday morning at the Rustler Lodge. I suggested that he should ask them for whatever treatment costs the least per minute, then buy as much time as he could afford. :lol:
Salomon hosted a dinner at GMD Saturday night, and while we sat around the fireplace the deluge began. It positively poured for an hour or so, which was rather depressing as long streaks of water poured down the giant glass atrium surrounding the south end of GMD. Our mood was further dampened when word spread that the 9-15" that had been forecast was downgraded to 4-8". When Mrs. Admin and I left around 8 p.m., however, there was a little frozen precipitation mixing in, leaving some slush at the bottom of the car's windshield. This was happening sooner than expected, and bode well for the next day.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Mrs. Admin tapped my shoulder at 4:30 a.m. "Hey, your phone is buzzing," she complained in response to a single alert emanating from my mobile sitting in its charger on the nightstand. I realized at that point that everything was unusually dark and the room was quite cold. Sure enough, our power was out.
Annoyed with being awakened, I tossed and turned for about an hour as my mind wandered about both the power outage and the storm outside. I finally gave up around 5:30 a.m. and got up to make the coffee.
I was surprised to see about 8" of snow on my deck at home at 5,000 feet. This was far more than had been predicted. Normally we have a sweeping view of the Salt Lake Valley from our living room window but today all was dark. I tethered the phone to the laptop and started checking things. Sure enough, Rocky Mountain Power was reporting more than 25,000 customers without electricity in the Salt Lake Valley, including virtually all of Salt Lake City. I then pulled up the snow report. Alta was reporting a foot thus far at 5 a.m. and it was still coming down hard. \
/ But the LCC Road was closing at 6 a.m. and there was no way I could make it up the canyon before then. #-o It was predicted to open around 9 a.m.
So I settled in with my laptop and a headlamp, seriously jonesing for the coffee that I couldn't make without power. At around 6:15 a.m. power was restored, not only to us but to all of Salt Lake City at the same time. It was strangely beautiful to see the entire city light up at once outside our window.
Finally fortified with coffee, I fired up the snowblower and cleared the driveway before heading out around 7:45 a.m. After some hassle from the UPD deputy about my all-season tires on my AWD vehicle at the canyon checkpoint he nonetheless let me through. I'm really liking the way they've been letting us partially up the canyon this winter as they finish control work. I managed to get nearly to Seven Sisters, above B Gate, before we were parked on the side of the canyon road.
The sun was breaking out in the Valley, bathing the lower canyon in unique morning light after the overnight storm.
I caught up with the others via cell phone as I waited. Skidog was about 25 cars behind me, with rfarren and Nikki about 25 cars behind him and Amy about another 25 cars beyond rfarren. Telejon was still at home eating breakfast with his brother and nephew. :shock: Dale had gone up the canyon ahead of the road closure as Pat had to be at work at Snowbird yesterday and he was waiting inside GMD through the Interlodge. From where I sat I realized that there could only be precious few cars ahead of me.
The road opened at 8:30 a.m., and I was in the Wildcat parking lot by 8:50 a.m. along with no more than 20 or 25 other cars. I've never, ever been able to time a canyon road opening that well. Dale was already in line for Collins and held spots for us on the 10th chair of the morning. Skidog pulled in right behind me and headed off to the Motherlode to pick up some Salomon Rocker 2's that were waiting for him. I joined Dale in line, with Skidog showing up almost immediately thereafter. rfarren skied down the rope tow from the Rustler to complete our chair mere seconds before the lift opened for skiing.
Score! The new snow was positively amazing -- consistent and seemingly bottomless with the dense layer isolating us from the base beneath. We tore out the High T. Skidog headed toward Jitterbug as Dale and I dropped into Watson Line after waiting a moment or two for rfarren, who never showed. Every turn was a face shot. As I stopped momentarily for Dale to catch up I spotted rfarren skiing past on the Saddle below. We all reconvened for another lap on Collins and by this time had found Amy.
It kept snowing literally all day long. Storm totals were tallied at 19". High temperatures in the teens at the base and single digits at the top made it feel more like mid-winter than April. We headed back out the T bound for Garbage Chute, which I've never managed to enter before a single track had deflowered it. It was joyous to pound down through there without a care in the world, snow billowing up around my chest and head. Really, it just doesn't get any better than that.
We found Dale and Amy at the base, and we also managed to catch the Backside rope drop. We were among the first half dozen to push out the Instructor's Traverse into Yellow Trail.
There's just nothing like bounding down Backside with absolute abandon through deep untracked snow. It was so good that we made it a full-length Backside all the way down to Sunnyside. But suspecting that the EBT was still closed we returned to the Wildcat base via the rope tow for another lap.
We were now separated again from Dale and Amy, whom we lost on Backside, so it was only Skidog, rfarren and yours truly who boarded Wildcat headed for Keyhole. There were only a few tracks already set on our preferred line, but by the time we got down onto the apron where Snowbird's clientele could get to it, it was a different story. The competition for freshies was far more fierce at Snowbird, so there was no reason to stick around there. We headed back to Alta, bumping into some of the Salomon folks at the bottom of Wildcat, including Hilary, alpine brand manager Jenny Naftulin, Powder Magazine editor Derek Taylor and others. They were headed for Comma Chute, but I had heard that it was all avi debris so I managed to convince them to head for a different gate instead. I had noticed earlier that morning that my chosen gate was open, so imagine our disappointment when we arrived to find a closed gate without a single track beyond it. ](*,)
Undeterred, Skidog and rfarren pushed on down the hill on the open side of the ropeline as Hilary and I waited for the others to catch up. As we looked uphill, I saw a red jacket descend. Please, oh please, be here for the reason that I'm hoping you're here. [-o< Sure enough, he stopped and opened the gate. "But only if you let me go first, because I love skiing powder too," he smirked.
It was precisely what we had hoped for, so we went back for more after reconnecting with Skidog and rfarren, but this time on a different line than what we had skied the first time, giving us another completely untracked slope. Smiles and high-fives were shared all around. rfarren was due to meet Nikki for lunch after her treatment and most of the Salomon folks called it a day, so we were down to Skidog, Hilary and myself. Hilary and I set off for Supreme, while Skidog stayed on the front side for a couple of runs before he was scheduled to leave. It was so good that we blew off lunch completely and just kept skiing. Hilary was supposed to pick up her husband Shane at Salt Lake City International Airport at noon, but the way this place was skiing, he could "sit in the airport bar and watch basketball for a while." :lol:
We also had to laugh at poor Ryan's misfortune. He was staying up at Alta and therefore witnessed the powder morning but had to leave by 9 a.m. to catch an 11 a.m. flight back to Denver. He had to have been kicking himself severely. Ryan, come back sometime soon so that we can give you the real tour of Alta!
Hilary and I set off on the hike to Catherine's Area, which had opened only shortly before we got there. We thus found only lightly tracked inside the boundary area, but I had other ideas up my sleeve. We sidestepped and traversed just a few hundred yards beyond Catherine's area to a line that isn't visible until you shoot out of some dense trees on a traverse. After we did so we stood atop 600 vertical feet of new snow where you wouldn't cross a track until reaching the flats at the bottom.
Hillary stood there dumbfounded and could only mutter, "O. M. G." Not the full phrase, just the acronym. We laughed and pushed off, leaving our signatures on the pristine slope behind us.
After that schlep it was time to let gravity do the work instead, so we headed out the Spiny Traverse to reach another of my favorites, Back 40. Snow back there is generally very stable, so I was surprised to find that the whole slope had slid to reveal the crunchy base. Not quite what I had hoped for, but we found some alternatives lower down for even more untracked that was hidden below a small cliff band that we had to gingerly negotiate.
Satisfied with our runs on Supreme, we boarded Sugarloaf to return to Collins Gulch but instead found the EBT now closed. Forced to descend back under Sugarloaf, we were skiing down Devil's Elbow when Dale and Amy rode up the lift overhead. We waited for them before dropping into Chartreuse Nose. While the main gully was a bit scratchy and filled with slide debris, lines to skier's left still yielded pockets of untracked.
Dale and Amy weren't yet done, but my legs were screaming and Hilary had to get going so we said our goodbyes at the bottom of Chartreuse Nose. Moments later, however, Dale came skating up behind us on Homerun and suggested that instead we take a lap on Vail Ridge.
Sure, it's short vertical, but when you've got knee deep snow without a single track in it directly below one of Alta's lifts at 2:30 p.m. you've got to hit it. And I mean not a single track. Faceshots again. Dale, Amy and I went back for a second helping after Hilary finally called it a day, for real this time. Untracked directly below a lift now at 3 p.m.
April skiing just doesn't get any better.
And so it was a weekend that yielded just about every condition known to mankind. If you don't like the weather, just wait a minute.
Just about everywhere I've ever lived you can hear the expression, "If you don't like the weather here, wait a minute." That never rang more true than it did in the Wasatch this weekend.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Tony Crocker and his friend Richard were in town for Thursday and Friday only before heading further east to Colorado. I took the opportunity to head up to Snowbird for a couple of hours at the end of the day Friday to join them, along with rfarren and his wife Nikki as well as my neighbor Pat for a few runs. It was just too beautiful an afternoon to ignore, with bright and sunny blue skies and temperatures well into the 50s. Temperatures in the Salt Lake Valley had reached the 70s, and folks were out playing golf in shorts on the Old Mill course as I headed up canyon. Things at Snowbird were in full spring mode, and I'm not just talking about the snow.
The Tram Plaza was festive as I waited for the others to arrive, with a band playing and guests soaking up the spring sun.
When the others arrived, Telejon's brother Malcolm and nephew Gavin, from L.A. and San Diego, respectively, both also pulled up at the same time. I didn't even know that they were in town. So we all piled into the Tram and headed up together.
Snow was definitely springlike -- corn in some places like upper Lone Pine and Little Cloud, mank in other places lower down. Some high elevation north-facing spots like Whoopsies were still dry chalk.
Tony sped ahead through the slush at the bottom of Lone Pine to catch the last tram while the rest of us boarded Peruvian after bumping into Amy. Our last run was via the traverse out onto North Baldy for a peaceful end to the day. I even got to ski over the headwall into the Amphitheater, something I've never before been able to do as it's rarely covered sufficiently to meet my expectations. The lifts were long silent by the time we returned to the base.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Saturday was a peculiar day. It was still warm, perhaps a few degrees warmer than Friday, but it didn't feel like it thanks to a relentless southerly wind and thickening clouds ahead of an approaching cold front. Mrs. Admin tagged along Saturday and I was scheduled to join Salomon as I'd been invited to participate in the final stop of their BBR Tour designed to introduce the skiing world to their radically different new ski coming out next year.
In the morning I tagged along with our Salomon hostess Hilary Hutcheson and several other invitees, including Ryan Dionne, the editor of Skiing Business, and Jared and Callista Hargrave of Utah Outside, led by Tyler Jackson of Alta Ski Area.
Ryan was pretty much the only one not already intimately acquainted with Alta. It was a pity, though, that Ryan's introduction was pretty much limited to the groomers. There was only a shallow refreeze overnight but unfortunately the wind and clouds kept things from softening appreciably.
This fact made it that much more acceptable to spend a day cruising around the groomers with the Mrs. At about 11:30 a.m. I split from the group and headed down to GMD to rendezvous with Mrs. Admin. We found some of our other usual crew over on Supreme, including Marc_C, Amy, Pat and Telejon, along with Malcolm and Devin. Nikki and rfarren were around as well. And cruise the groomers we did, right up to around 4 p.m. Skies became more threatening and we could see the storm approaching from the northwest. We even saw a flash of lightning late in the day, a harbinger of the dramatic cold front moving in.
Salomon sponsored a bunch of events to celebrate the end of their BBR Tour, including on-snow volleyball at the base of Collins and a competition down High Boy, which we watched over pitchers of beer from the GMD Saloon. Eric, one of the GMD employees, won dressed in a red cape.
They also raffled off a bunch of Salomon gear and swag, with rdwore winning the BBR skis, presumably with the ticket Colleen gave him because she couldn't stick around for the drawing. :lol:
We knew that Sunday would be either wildly spectacular, or would massively suck depending on whether or not the weather predictions would hold true. We were supposed to get heavy rain up to 9,000 feet or possibly even higher at the onset of the storm before the pool of colder air moved in to turn the precipitation to snow. They were calling for 9-15" of snowfall as the cold front dropped temperatures by 35 degrees. If that held true, the snow would be dense and wet near the old snow that would turn crusty with the colder temperatures, and light and dry near the top. If we got less than snowfall than predicted, however, that would result in dust on crust, and a death crust at that. Hopeful for a powder day, rfarren bought Nikki a spa package for Sunday morning at the Rustler Lodge. I suggested that he should ask them for whatever treatment costs the least per minute, then buy as much time as he could afford. :lol:
Salomon hosted a dinner at GMD Saturday night, and while we sat around the fireplace the deluge began. It positively poured for an hour or so, which was rather depressing as long streaks of water poured down the giant glass atrium surrounding the south end of GMD. Our mood was further dampened when word spread that the 9-15" that had been forecast was downgraded to 4-8". When Mrs. Admin and I left around 8 p.m., however, there was a little frozen precipitation mixing in, leaving some slush at the bottom of the car's windshield. This was happening sooner than expected, and bode well for the next day.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Mrs. Admin tapped my shoulder at 4:30 a.m. "Hey, your phone is buzzing," she complained in response to a single alert emanating from my mobile sitting in its charger on the nightstand. I realized at that point that everything was unusually dark and the room was quite cold. Sure enough, our power was out.
Annoyed with being awakened, I tossed and turned for about an hour as my mind wandered about both the power outage and the storm outside. I finally gave up around 5:30 a.m. and got up to make the coffee.
I was surprised to see about 8" of snow on my deck at home at 5,000 feet. This was far more than had been predicted. Normally we have a sweeping view of the Salt Lake Valley from our living room window but today all was dark. I tethered the phone to the laptop and started checking things. Sure enough, Rocky Mountain Power was reporting more than 25,000 customers without electricity in the Salt Lake Valley, including virtually all of Salt Lake City. I then pulled up the snow report. Alta was reporting a foot thus far at 5 a.m. and it was still coming down hard. \
/ But the LCC Road was closing at 6 a.m. and there was no way I could make it up the canyon before then. #-o It was predicted to open around 9 a.m. So I settled in with my laptop and a headlamp, seriously jonesing for the coffee that I couldn't make without power. At around 6:15 a.m. power was restored, not only to us but to all of Salt Lake City at the same time. It was strangely beautiful to see the entire city light up at once outside our window.
Finally fortified with coffee, I fired up the snowblower and cleared the driveway before heading out around 7:45 a.m. After some hassle from the UPD deputy about my all-season tires on my AWD vehicle at the canyon checkpoint he nonetheless let me through. I'm really liking the way they've been letting us partially up the canyon this winter as they finish control work. I managed to get nearly to Seven Sisters, above B Gate, before we were parked on the side of the canyon road.
The sun was breaking out in the Valley, bathing the lower canyon in unique morning light after the overnight storm.
I caught up with the others via cell phone as I waited. Skidog was about 25 cars behind me, with rfarren and Nikki about 25 cars behind him and Amy about another 25 cars beyond rfarren. Telejon was still at home eating breakfast with his brother and nephew. :shock: Dale had gone up the canyon ahead of the road closure as Pat had to be at work at Snowbird yesterday and he was waiting inside GMD through the Interlodge. From where I sat I realized that there could only be precious few cars ahead of me.
The road opened at 8:30 a.m., and I was in the Wildcat parking lot by 8:50 a.m. along with no more than 20 or 25 other cars. I've never, ever been able to time a canyon road opening that well. Dale was already in line for Collins and held spots for us on the 10th chair of the morning. Skidog pulled in right behind me and headed off to the Motherlode to pick up some Salomon Rocker 2's that were waiting for him. I joined Dale in line, with Skidog showing up almost immediately thereafter. rfarren skied down the rope tow from the Rustler to complete our chair mere seconds before the lift opened for skiing.
Score! The new snow was positively amazing -- consistent and seemingly bottomless with the dense layer isolating us from the base beneath. We tore out the High T. Skidog headed toward Jitterbug as Dale and I dropped into Watson Line after waiting a moment or two for rfarren, who never showed. Every turn was a face shot. As I stopped momentarily for Dale to catch up I spotted rfarren skiing past on the Saddle below. We all reconvened for another lap on Collins and by this time had found Amy.
It kept snowing literally all day long. Storm totals were tallied at 19". High temperatures in the teens at the base and single digits at the top made it feel more like mid-winter than April. We headed back out the T bound for Garbage Chute, which I've never managed to enter before a single track had deflowered it. It was joyous to pound down through there without a care in the world, snow billowing up around my chest and head. Really, it just doesn't get any better than that.
We found Dale and Amy at the base, and we also managed to catch the Backside rope drop. We were among the first half dozen to push out the Instructor's Traverse into Yellow Trail.
There's just nothing like bounding down Backside with absolute abandon through deep untracked snow. It was so good that we made it a full-length Backside all the way down to Sunnyside. But suspecting that the EBT was still closed we returned to the Wildcat base via the rope tow for another lap.We were now separated again from Dale and Amy, whom we lost on Backside, so it was only Skidog, rfarren and yours truly who boarded Wildcat headed for Keyhole. There were only a few tracks already set on our preferred line, but by the time we got down onto the apron where Snowbird's clientele could get to it, it was a different story. The competition for freshies was far more fierce at Snowbird, so there was no reason to stick around there. We headed back to Alta, bumping into some of the Salomon folks at the bottom of Wildcat, including Hilary, alpine brand manager Jenny Naftulin, Powder Magazine editor Derek Taylor and others. They were headed for Comma Chute, but I had heard that it was all avi debris so I managed to convince them to head for a different gate instead. I had noticed earlier that morning that my chosen gate was open, so imagine our disappointment when we arrived to find a closed gate without a single track beyond it. ](*,)
Undeterred, Skidog and rfarren pushed on down the hill on the open side of the ropeline as Hilary and I waited for the others to catch up. As we looked uphill, I saw a red jacket descend. Please, oh please, be here for the reason that I'm hoping you're here. [-o< Sure enough, he stopped and opened the gate. "But only if you let me go first, because I love skiing powder too," he smirked.
It was precisely what we had hoped for, so we went back for more after reconnecting with Skidog and rfarren, but this time on a different line than what we had skied the first time, giving us another completely untracked slope. Smiles and high-fives were shared all around. rfarren was due to meet Nikki for lunch after her treatment and most of the Salomon folks called it a day, so we were down to Skidog, Hilary and myself. Hilary and I set off for Supreme, while Skidog stayed on the front side for a couple of runs before he was scheduled to leave. It was so good that we blew off lunch completely and just kept skiing. Hilary was supposed to pick up her husband Shane at Salt Lake City International Airport at noon, but the way this place was skiing, he could "sit in the airport bar and watch basketball for a while." :lol:
We also had to laugh at poor Ryan's misfortune. He was staying up at Alta and therefore witnessed the powder morning but had to leave by 9 a.m. to catch an 11 a.m. flight back to Denver. He had to have been kicking himself severely. Ryan, come back sometime soon so that we can give you the real tour of Alta!
Hilary and I set off on the hike to Catherine's Area, which had opened only shortly before we got there. We thus found only lightly tracked inside the boundary area, but I had other ideas up my sleeve. We sidestepped and traversed just a few hundred yards beyond Catherine's area to a line that isn't visible until you shoot out of some dense trees on a traverse. After we did so we stood atop 600 vertical feet of new snow where you wouldn't cross a track until reaching the flats at the bottom.
Hillary stood there dumbfounded and could only mutter, "O. M. G." Not the full phrase, just the acronym. We laughed and pushed off, leaving our signatures on the pristine slope behind us.
After that schlep it was time to let gravity do the work instead, so we headed out the Spiny Traverse to reach another of my favorites, Back 40. Snow back there is generally very stable, so I was surprised to find that the whole slope had slid to reveal the crunchy base. Not quite what I had hoped for, but we found some alternatives lower down for even more untracked that was hidden below a small cliff band that we had to gingerly negotiate.
Satisfied with our runs on Supreme, we boarded Sugarloaf to return to Collins Gulch but instead found the EBT now closed. Forced to descend back under Sugarloaf, we were skiing down Devil's Elbow when Dale and Amy rode up the lift overhead. We waited for them before dropping into Chartreuse Nose. While the main gully was a bit scratchy and filled with slide debris, lines to skier's left still yielded pockets of untracked.
Dale and Amy weren't yet done, but my legs were screaming and Hilary had to get going so we said our goodbyes at the bottom of Chartreuse Nose. Moments later, however, Dale came skating up behind us on Homerun and suggested that instead we take a lap on Vail Ridge.
Sure, it's short vertical, but when you've got knee deep snow without a single track in it directly below one of Alta's lifts at 2:30 p.m. you've got to hit it. And I mean not a single track. Faceshots again. Dale, Amy and I went back for a second helping after Hilary finally called it a day, for real this time. Untracked directly below a lift now at 3 p.m.
April skiing just doesn't get any better.
And so it was a weekend that yielded just about every condition known to mankind. If you don't like the weather, just wait a minute.
